A collection of Torchwood drabbles that continues to grow. Thanks to everyone who's making this possible. You're greatly appreciated, so I'm reinstating an old game - the writer of every 100th review gets to request a drabble/ficlet of their choice. Still using a T rating to cover anything I might write, just to be safe.

Ianto is becoming more comfortable with his role as an immortal Scieron Guardian, but there are still old insecurities lingering that need clearing up. Time to take a hand in regulating his life; in Torchwood, with Jack, the team, and his family. Post-CoE AU. AN & Disclaimer at the end of Chap 1.

Harksteil, it's ya birthday! This is one i have been working on and I know you will greedily enjoy. Village of the damned and Midwich Cuckoos were brilliant and I am continuing that theme only the village of Torchwood Jack and Ianto moved into is the next town over from Midwitch. Cue an event and some unexplained babies, Alt Verse and not canon at all LOL Happy Birthday sweetie,xx

off the island, on the cruise ship... but still not out of the woods. here's the next part, if you have not read the first parts, this will not make much sense.

Coffee is all that's keeping Ianto going, but while it can keep him awake, it doesn't make him any less tired. Written for a prompt at comment fic. Spoilers for Fragments. Set pre-Cyberwoman.

I like Britany Spears, especially her strength in breaking away from her father. Made me think. What is Ianto had a similar life, Jack the one to come and try to save him from his father's rule. No idea if you will like it, just one of my brain fats but right now i need distraction. Hope you do too.

Mary needs a way into Torchwood, and she's found one in Tosh. Written for Weekend Challenge Prompt: "You're no good for anyone but me. You're no good and neither am I. We both deserve each other," at 1 million words. Spoilers for Greeks Bearing Gifts.

So they made it to the island... but where is the other raft? Did they make it? Did anyone else? And what will they do now. If you didn't read part 1 this will not make much sense, but things are far from over yet. Thanks for reading my stuff, thanks for commenting and I do hope you are all understanding that things are a bit weird right now with my Real Life. Love yas.

Rhiannon phones her brother at work. Written for Prompt 311: Work at anythingdrabble.

Jack is being Jack. Again. Ianto is fast developing a headache. Written for a prompt at comment fic.

Jack is always hungry, but right now he's craving one thing in particular.

Ianto always wanted more than life on the council estate could offer, so as soon as he could, he got out and headed for London, hoping to make a better life for himself. Written for a Weekend Challenge at 1 millon words.

10 pound poms were those after the war who were sold a dream of Australia for the price of 10 pounds. A long sea voyage to get there only to find they were duped. No one wanted them, the promised houses were shacks, the jobs were menial and life was hard. This is my take on that Torchwood style. Happy Matariki everyone (Maori New Year)

It's a bitterly cold night, but Ianto and Jack have something better than a hot water bottle to keep them warm. Written for a prompt at comment fic.

A short, peaceful moment, glinting like a snowflake in the morning sun. Life does not have many of those in store for Jack. A dog is involved.

So BAMF Ianto is popular... i know he is with me ... so... here is another one for you that came from my twisted head bits. Hope you like it as i try to write the Christmas tales in the background. There is violence, sexiness and some smutty bits... oh my! As always, this is not canon and not really anything more than a bit of fluff.

Tammy... it's your birthday. This is one firm my brain box that had to get out and this is the perfect time to share it. This is Alt Verse. A plane crashes into the ocean and these strangers find themselves in a fight for survival, only a raft made from debris and such and a determined Welshman to show them that this is not a tragedy... but an adventure. Love ya Tammy xxx

This is a gift for Awatere11's Birthday (belated again, I fear...). Another one-shot that ties to her "Worthy" story. Ianto had a very unique mentor when he first became a Watcher. A special Ancient who never saw themselves worthy of attention... just like Ianto. It's past time for a reunion -I own nothing, not even this Verse.-

Ianto knows more about the Hub's layout than anyone else, but there's still more to discover, if he ever gets the opportunity. Written for Challenge 427: Map at fan flashworks.

Jack and Ianto's twins have arrived, but there's a slight problem. Written for Challenge 206: Name at fan flashworks. Set in the Nosy-Verse.

So Borderlinecrazy asked me for this one, gave me a detailed prompt and I was more than happy to start this one for her. Let's see where this goes, how deep the Underworld can be. Someone is using a portal similar to the Rift to move around, it is causing a stirring in the ethos of the ancient powers of this world. Ianto is not pleased. At all! A Djinn stirs.

I love music, used to sing in a band before my lungs were too damaged and turning one up to full volume to scream it as I drive is a therapy to me ... some songs give me thoughts and images of the boys so I thought I might start shaing them. No idea how often or what lengths these one-shots will be but as I get a tickle I will share.

So Ianto is settling into civilian life... not. With a body on the doorstep of his new business, Jack seemingly being hands off in the investigation and Rose teething... Ianto is going a little stir crazy. If you've not read And the Catch Is? You might not understand this. Happy Christmas Diane, you asked for this one.

No matter which world he's on, looking up at the stars helps Ianto feel closer to Jack. Written for Challenge 420: Shine at fan flashworks. Set in my 'Through Time and Space' 'Verse.

Jack and Ianto are having problems with a litter of baby alien animals. Written for Weekend Challenge Prompt: Children / Baby Animals at 1 million words. Set in the Nosy-Verse.